zulfi bux

Joined February 2024

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Biker's Day
On this day, under skies so blue, The thunder of motors murmurs, clearly and valid, An orchestra of force, coarseness, and pride,
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Poets
Bread And Butter
In the little, desolate town of Whittlesea, settled between moving slopes and emerald fields, bread and butter were something beyond a dinner; they were a life saver. For the occupants of this tranquil, disconnected village, life spun around these two humble staples. Each family had its interesting bread recipe, went down through ages, a mystery known exclusively to moms and little girls. Spread, stirred the hard way, was essentially as valuable as gold. Together, bread and butter were an image of perseverance, straightforwardness, and endurance.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
Thunder Storm
The sky is wounded, an extending dim, A tempest starts to brew today. The breezes rush forward with breath untamed,
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Poets
Shopping Spree
In the core of a city, where the lights won't ever blur, Where the air murmurs electric, and fortunes are made, I step into the realm, the sanctuary of spend,
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Garden
In the year 2142 the world had become a concrete graveyard, the vibrant greens of nature replaced by rusting metal and crumbling asphalt. The skies were perpetually gray, choked by pollution and the remnants of long-forgotten wars. Humans had adapted to this barren existence, their lives dictated by the whims of corporations that thrived on the destruction of the planet. Yet, beneath the decaying city of New Avalon, a secret pulsed with life—a garden that had survived against all odds.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
Voyage Of The Star Finder
The titanic spaceship *Star Finder* floated through the void of room, a once-incredible wonder of human designing. Presently, it was a maturing artifact, its frame battered by micrometeoroids, its passageways faintly lit by glinting lights, and its group worn out by long periods of disengagement. Chief Elise Renner remained on the extension, looking out at the boundless field of stars. She had been with the *Star Finder* for almost twenty years, and she realized its destiny was fixed.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ocean's Heartbeat
The sea sings underneath the sky, Its waves like murmurs cruising by. An orchestra of old sound, In each accident, a mystery found.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Poets
Earthquake
**The Day the Earth Trembled** It was a commonplace fall morning in the little seaside town of Sickle Narrows. The sky, streaked with shades of pink and gold, had recently started to ease up, and a new breeze conveyed the fragrance of salt from the sea. The town was as yet languid, with a couple of individuals mixing — go-getters making a beeline for work, anglers setting up their boats, and retailers setting up for the afternoon. Much to their dismay that in a couple of brief hours, everything would change.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Fiction
Traffic Rush . AI-Generated.
In the hustle of morning's wake, Where roads and spirits start to shake, An ensemble of motors murmur, As city life drums.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
Lobster Dish. AI-Generated.
In a dusk world where seas moan, Where stars dance over the ocean's delicate cry, There lies a story of a lobster's situation,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
The Passenger Train
Sometime in the distant past in a clamoring city, there was a train station where individuals from varying backgrounds combined, each with their own accounts to tell. Among the horde of voyagers, there was a young lady named Amelia who had an inclination for experience and a heart longing for new encounters.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Fiction
Mango In Summer . AI-Generated.
In summer's hug, the mango rules, A brilliant sphere of pleasantness, a delicious dream. Underneath the verdant shade, it flourishes,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets